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Fairyspells: 2nd Chapter

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Chapter 2! In case you missed it, you can read Chapter 1 here. Let me know what you think of the story so far – I’d love to hear from you 😀 Thanks for reading!

 

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Fairyspells (The Pizza Shop Chronicles #3)

Chapter 2: Alastair

 

It started as the perfect day. Both Marden and the baby—a beautiful, dark-haired little girl—were safe through the night and resting peacefully. Sunshine came in glorious, soft white streams through every window it could in my beloved mountain castle. Elitha, mine and Marden’s eldest daughter, age six and three-quarters, was also asleep after a long night of everyone running around and thunder and lightning everywhere—it hadn’t been a storm moon, but nearly as loud.

That left only me. And I wanted breakfast. Specifically, I wanted chocolate cake made by a dear human lady whome I hadn’t seen in nearly a decade—Aunt Sally from Kentucky. She was really my Uncle Chris’s aunt, but everyone called her Aunt Sally. And the only problem I’d ever have in obtaining a cake from her would be sharing with Uncle Chris after he helped open the portal.

I’d have to settle for whatever Cook had in the kitchen—for today anyhoe. Besides, it was probably my favorite pie, redberry.

I slid down the banister feeling that I could fly. Maybe it would’ve been better if I could’ve. Then I wouldn’t have crashed into trouble at the bottom. Literally.

In my defense, I couldn’t see Lord Wiclon standing there.

“Really, Alastair?” he said, dusting himself off and leaving me to pick myself up. “Don’t you think that’s a little immature for a king to be doing first thing in the morning?”

I laughed, looking up into the faint, iridescent outline of his face, and jumped to my feet. “Don’t go sounding like Brudak,” I said. “You know perfectly well the only reason to build a banister like that is for sliding. Besides, it’s not first thing if you’ve been up for ages.”

“I have been up for ages,” retorted the fairy. “And it’s still too early for your antics.” Sometimes, it was all too easy to believe he was over a hundred years old, though other times, he made my twenty-seven years seem like centuries. “I’ve been hiking since before dawn—for five days,” he continued, still dusting his clothes. “Something’s come up at the fairy castle. Well, someone.”

“Yes, I was wondering what you were doing here. Who is it?”

He glanced around the hall. A servant passed through; two guards stood at their posts. “Can we speak somewhere private? It’s important.”

“I should hope so if you hiked all the way here by yourself instead of waiting a week for the christening.”

“This is no laughing matter,” Wiclon insisted, his voice hushed.

“I’m not laughing—yet.” Though I had definitley been sarcastic. “I’ll meet you in the study as soon as I get something to eat,” I added more seriously, compromising. I hadn’t eaten in two days. And this was the sort of day I didn’t want to let anything ruin.

Not even my ever-talented fairy minister Wiclon. Still, I knew he wouldn’t be here without good reason.

“All right,” he said, sighing. “I’ll meet you there—we’ll want Jodath as well.”

I let out a soft sigh of my own, turning down the right-hand passage towards the kitchen. I’d never seen Wiclon like this before and had no idea what could distress him so much. Honestly, I didn’t want to know either, but I didn’t have a choice there. A king must always find out the problems within his kingdom sooner or later, and I always preferred sooner.

* * * *

Cook didn’t have any pies for me ready yet—they had only just gotten in the oven and would be served at lunch when Uncle Chris and Aunt Tachla arrived from their home on the far edge of the forest. They’d been planning a visit for months now since I could rarely visit them. The new baby was a good excuse for the three-day trip.

“I made a whole pie just for Princess Elitha,” Cook was saying in reference to the lunch menu. She smiled, but carried an air of militant efficiancy. “It’s small, of course, but I remember she wanted one. Is there anything else you’d care to have right now, your majesty?”

I shook my head, taking a look around the bustling kitchen, and grabbed an apple and a carrot from the nearest basket. “No, thanks. This’ll be fine for now—wouldn’t want to spoil my appetite for lunch.”

She laughed, shaking her head a little. “Never knew much that could spoil your appetite.”

I laughed too, but a sinking feeling in my stomach told me Wiclon’s news might do just that. I hoped not. In the first place, I liked pie. And in the second, well, I just didn’t care for that kind of news.

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